Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 588 - 459 You are right...

Facing the delayed arrival of Weslin and a host of military officers, the city representatives who had been waiting for a while all looked somewhat displeased. Among them, an old man spoke bluntly, "You're about to step down, and you're still holding an award ceremony?"

The official of the former court is the target of the new.

Unless there's a grudge... but there's no need to settle scores at this time, right?

Weslin glanced at the old man who had spoken, said nothing, and steadily stepped onto the highest platform at the front of the meeting room in his metallic war boots.

As long as the dismissal order doesn't come down, he remains marshal of the military district.

"Does Marshal Weslin have anything to say about the failure of this operation?" another vigorous old man, sitting on the side, asked in a toneless, heavy voice.

This was his father's man.

Weslin glanced at the other party and knew his intentions. He feared that he himself was unaware of the situation he might face next and reminded him to produce something in his favor.

"Regarding the failed operation against the Blackrock District Hive, as the marshal of the military district, I cannot shirk the blame. We misjudged the combat capability of the targeted hive, resulting in incorrect personnel deployment. Although changes were promptly made at the critical moment, preventing the total annihilation of our forces, the loss inflicted upon our military's strength is not negligible! This mistake lies with our overall command and has nothing to do with the soldiers at the grassroots level!"

"..."

Several old men at the edge of the room looked at Weslin with strange eyes.

What did his words mean?

At this critical moment, instead of trying to shift the blame onto others, he was hurrying to take responsibility upon himself, as if to curry favor with the rank-and-file soldiers...

Right, wasn't it rumored that he directly promoted an infantry grunt to general of the military district because he knew what was coming and went mad?

An old man under the city lord, who couldn't bear to see Weslin act so carelessly, took the initiative to search for evidence, "At the moment, we only have the rough report of your losses from the expedition. The specifics are not very clear. Could we perhaps view the overall recording of the battle? After all, that hive is not just an enemy of the military district but the whole of Blackwater City. The decision to bring down that hive was made by the entire city."

"However, the timing of the strike and the specific battle formation arrangements were decisions made by the military district on its own!" the first old man who had spoken in ridicule insisted on pinning the blame on Weslin's head.

"Let's watch and then talk," said another old man, clad in a purple, unusual overcoat, who spoke airily.

The overcoat, imbued with an air of mysteriousness, gave away the identity of its wearer — from the Spiritual Power Managers Center.

The city's core decision-making body is made up of representatives elected from various city institutions. However, these representatives naturally would not run around casually. They have their own small Elder Councils, which form trial committees to judge matters that are not of utmost importance but still significant.

Like the matter at hand... the replacement of a military district marshal.

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"Yes!" The technician, following the order, began to selectively edit and display various angles and segments of the recorded battle.

Facing a massive swarm of low-level insects and some elite bugs, the human mechanized forces advanced triumphantly and steadily pushed forward.

This standard tactic, including the progress made, didn't have too many issues.

No one could find fault with it from this perspective.

It was just the constant emergence of sand worms from the underground behind and within the ranks that caused a significant impact and made the advance less than ideal, which was somewhat concerning.

But this was not a crime of war.

"In the future, we need to let the Scientific Research Institute pay attention to defenses and strikes against underground threats."

"Defense is easier said than done. We can lay defenses and monitoring equipment underground in advance, but fighting proactively on enemy territory, to have achieved this much is already quite good."

Among those who came from various city institutions were those who genuinely wanted to learn from this battle in hopes of one day completely annihilating the hive.

They watched the images projected on the white screen with rapt attention. The shaking footage recorded on the actual battlefield was unnerving, but it made the situation all the more gripping.

The arrival of seven Thunder Beasts instantly tensed up everyone present.

The emergence of these strategic behemoths often marked a turning point in the battle.

Even those from the city who hadn't participated in this battle knew that the true challenge of the expedition had begun from the moment the Thunder Beasts appeared.

Mecha deployment!

Yet half were stopped by the low-level swarm...

"The level is too poor..."

"The selection requirements for the Mech Armored Corps are not strict enough."

If all mech pilots had been blocked by the swarm, it could have been due to the mecha's incapability of breaking through. But clearly, some mecha were able to break through, so what about those mech pilots who didn't? How should they be explained?

Apart from "incompetent," there were no excuses.

And to relax the selection standards, allowing these technically insufficient pilots to drive Titan-class armed mecha which cost a fortune to produce, without demonstrating their proper capabilities, was undoubtedly a waste of resources.

Anyone involved in the selection and training process of mech pilots, at any point affected by this entire line, could not escape blame!